Cameron was working out at the gym when he saw his sister walking out of the yoga room.
“Hey Carrie, how are you?” he ran over to talk to her.
“Cam? What are you doing here? Don’t you live on the other side of the city?”
“No, not anymore. Me and Julie broke up.”
“What? What happened?”
“It’s a long story, we’re good tho. How,” he looked down and asked quietly, “how’s dad?”
“He’s good,” Carissa answered, “he misses you, Cam.”
Cameron drove around the familiar house a few times, watching a little boy play outside with his puppy. It’s been six years since he moved out. Six years since he last saw his father.
He finally worked up the courage to pull over and get out of his car.
“Hey there,” ha waved.
“Who are you?” the boy asked curiously.
“I’m…uhm…I’m here to see your dad. Is he home?”
“Daaaaddyyyyy.” he ran into the house and Cameron followed him.
“Cam,” Dale almost whispered when he saw his older son walking through the door and his eyes were glistening with tears. Neither one of them had to say a word. They just hugged.
“I’m sorry, dad, I was such a dick.”
“Don’t apologize, son. What matters is that you’re here now. Come in, have a seat.”
“I brought something for Lucas,” he pulled out a little box.
“He’s in the bedroom with Kirsten, go say hi, she’ll be happy to see you.”
“Hey buddy,” Cameron walked into the room, “I brought you something, I hope you like soccer.”
“He loves playing soccer,” Kirsten turned to him, “thank you. And welcome back, Cam.”
Then she turned to her son, “thank your brother, Lucas.”
Lucas and Cameron started bonding right away. They played soccer at the park together.
Played video games at Cameron’s apartment and Dale and Kirsten would even let him sleep over sometimes.
Cameron loved spending time with his little brother. He missed the first five years of his life and he was determined to make it up to him.
But they weren’t the only ones bonding.
“Spin? Are you crazy? I’m barely standing on these things.”
And they both went down the second he finished the sentence.
“Oh my God, you really suck at this, don’t you,” Hailey laughed.
“I told you, this is torture.”
“Let’s go to my house, I’ll make us something to eat.”
“You went down like a sack of potatoes,” she couldn’t stop teasing him.
Cameron started to tickle her to punish her and he continued until their mouths were so close he could feel her breath on his face.
They finally calmed down and just stared at each other quietly until Hailey finally broke the silence, “waffles ok? I still have some batter in the fridge.”
“Um, yea, that’s cool.”
Cameron took a seat at one of the bar stools and looked around the kitchen while he was waiting for Hailey to finish the waffles.
“Really nice house, are you planning on staying here?”
“Oh, no. I have eyes on another house just outside of the city. The perfect house, I’m telling you. I’m probably never gonna be able to afford it, but girl can dream, right?”
“Well, I think I need to see it now.”
“This better be good, we’ve been driving for like 20 minutes now,” Cameron complained.
“Trust me, it’s worth it. You can see the whole city from there and it has a private beach. Like I said, the perfect house.”
“Well?” Hailey waited for Cameron to comment.
“It’s…the perfect house.”
“Told you, let’s check out the beach.”
There was a tiny beach right behind the house that was completely private.
Cameron threw a splash of water into Hailey’s face, “that’s for the sack of potatoes.”
She was trying to get back to him but he grabbed her hands and held hem steady in the height of his face until she stopped fighting him.
He pressed his body against hers, pulled her close to him and finally did what he wanted to do for weeks…
A/N: As much as I love all characters from the beginning of my story, I recommend you start with generation four here since I didn’t have enough photos and experience with writing when I started this story. I plan on updating these chapters eventually 🙂